"
When the girl left Aun' Jinkey's cabin the young soldier looked
after her with an expression of deep interest. "Who is she?" he
asked.
"Dat's Miss Lou," said the old negress, forcing into his mouth
another spoonful of her fiery decoction.
"Oh, that's enough, aunty, unless you wish to burn me out like a
hollow log," and he struggled to his feet to ease his tendency to
strangle. "Miss Lou? How should I know who she is?"
"Ob co'se," said Aun' Jinkey, dryly, "I ain' namin' her pedigree."
"You a Linkum man, ain' you?" Chunk asked, quickly.
"Yes, and Lincoln is a good friend of yours."
"Hi! I knows dat. W'at fer you so hidin'-in-de-grass, granny? No use
bein' dat away wid a Linkum man."
"I ain' talkin' 'bout my young mistis to folks ez drap down fum de
clouds."
"You wouldn't like me better if I came up from below, aunty. There
now, I'm not a very bad fellow, and I belong to the army that's
going to make you all free."
"I hasn't des tink out dis question ob bein' free yit. I'se too ole
to wuk much an' old mars'r's took keer on me long time.
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